Thursday, September 24, 2020

Tired

 The pages of our book will simply say we are tired.

Tired of Black women's bodies and beings not mattering.

Tired of stories of Black women's essence stolen.

Tired of Black women's tears.

This is not a book review day.

We are mourning that Breonna Taylor's life meant less than the walls of her white neighbors.

Perhaps there will be a book written about the powerful Black women who have been lifting voice for Breonna for 120 days straight in Louisville.

Today, though, we are tired.

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